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Nyra's screams echoed long after the Hollow Crown had seared her magic into silence. They followed me down the corridors of Duskfall and into my sleep, where I found her eyes staring back at me in dreams, empty and white. She was alive barely but something inside her had shattered. Whether it was the power she'd claimed or the part of her that believed she could wield it, I didn’t know.The dungeons had never been meant for people like her. For people like me. Hollow-Blooded with power that bent the rules of the realm. She was bound in sigil-etched chains, her magic dampened by moon-forged cuffs. She no longer spoke. She watched. Waited.The court buzzed with questions. Whispers. Warnings. Some wanted her executed. Others feared what her death might awaken. Xander argued for silence. Dahlia for mercy. Rafael for strategy.I sat in my throne not the Lycan seat beside Rafael, but the obsidian chair carved from the old mountain stone, newly raised in the Hollow Garden. My crown rested be
Rejected by the lycan king CHAPTER 34
I did not expect the Hollow Crown to change everything overnight.But it did.The air in Duskfall felt different. Crisper. Tighter. Magic that had once slumbered in the stones now hummed with low anticipation. Hollow Blooded followers arrived daily, flooding the city gates with whispers, with hope, with fear. And they did not kneel to the Crescent court or the Lycan king.They knelt to me.It was not reverence I saw in their eyes.It was recognition.But with recognition came rebellion.A report arrived before midday. A village northeast of the Blackpine Ridge had been overrun by followers of the self-proclaimed Bone Heir. Children Hollow Blooded had been taken from their families. Pack elders were forced to surrender all sacred scrolls or be branded as traitors.I met with Rafael, Xander, and Dahlia in the war chamber. The map spread before us showed red markers creeping across the north."She calls herself Nyra," Xander said. "Sixteen. No known lineage. Burned her birth records. Tra
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The path to the Temple Root was not marked on any map. It was carved in memory passed down in blood and whispers, known only to those who had once heard the Mother's voice and lived to tell the tale.I left Duskfall at midnight. No guards. No banners. Just my cloak, the Hollow Crown wrapped in cloth, and the thrum of ancient power in my veins. Rafael stood at the gates, watching me go, jaw tight."If anything follows you out of that place," he said, "don’t bring it back."I nodded, unable to promise him I would listen.Because something was already following me.It had my voice.My shadow.And perhaps my future.The Temple Root lay buried beneath the oldest forest in the realm, where even the trees no longer bloomed. They stood petrified, grey, their bark etched in forgotten runes. The ground beneath my boots trembled with each step, not from quakes, but from memory.Here, the Mother of Hollow had made her last stand.And here, I would make mine.I reached the temple just before dawn.
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The day broke blood red.Not from war. Not yet. But from something deeper the kind of red that stains the sky before fate is rewritten. Duskfall's bells had been silent for days, but I heard them now. In my head. In the hollow space just behind my ribs. Not made of metal of warning.Another Hollow child had died.They brought her body to the keep at sunrise. She couldn’t have been older than seven. No wounds. No marks. Just her eyes wide open, her sigils burned too bright, and a single word whispered by her mother between sobs:"Empty."They were overusing their power. Drawing more from the Hollow than they could hold. It was spreading faster than any of us had prepared for. And some of them weren’t strong enough.Rafael stood beside me as we watched her burial from the chapel window. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.He knew I blamed myself.And I knew he did too.The next council meeting was smaller than usual. Most of the court had either fled, defected, or remained behind closed
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They knelt for her now. Not for me.I watched from the upper gallery as Ophelia stood in the heart of the great hall, light coiling around her like ribbons of wind. Her voice was calm, measured, but when she spoke, the stones listened.She didn’t wear the Hollow Crown every day. She didn’t have to. Its magic moved through her veins now, as natural as blood. The other Hollow-Blooded children, teenagers, elders had begun arriving in waves. They filled the lower halls. The temple courtyards. They didn’t ask for power. They came to belong.And she gave them that.But I couldn’t help but wonder:What did she give up to become this?The court was splintering.High Lord Myros left in the night, taking his banners and half the Iron Guard with him. The Crescent emissaries pulled back into the southern mountains. And General Caelia once our fiercest blade requested reassignment to the northern border."Too much magic in the air," she said to me, eyes darting toward the Hollow children in the ga
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The Hollow Crown no longer sat in silence.When I returned to the tower at dawn, it was pulsing. Each bone spire glowing with a dull white fire, humming with power. My sigils responded before I even crossed the threshold, flaring down my arms like they had been waiting, like the crown and I had agreed long ago to meet here, at the edge of transformation.Rafael stood in the doorway behind me. He said nothing.He didn’t need to.He knew this was the moment we had been walking toward all along.I stepped toward the pedestal, toward the crown that had haunted my dreams and blood. The voices were louder now past queens, forgotten daughters, the Mother of Hollow herself. They didn’t shout. They sang. A melody of sorrow and power and promise.“It is time,” they whispered.So I picked up the Hollow Crown.And placed it on my head.The magic didn’t explode.It didn’t burn.It invited.My breath caught as warmth flooded every nerve, as the weight of bone and shadow settled over my temples. My
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